6/19 I must settle somewhere;--or else die;--or else run away. I can't stand this any longer and I won't. Talk of work,--men's work! What man ever has to work as I do ?" I wonder which was the hardest part of that work, the hairdressing and painting and companionship of the lady's maid or the continual smiling upon unmarried men to whom she had nothing to say and for whom she did not in the least care! "I can't do it any more, and I won't. As for Mr. |